Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 03:57:03 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brother 2 Brother Chapter 6
Brother 2 Brother
By Michael Martell
Chapter 6: Eric
It was early morning when I got the call from Karen, my agent, about
starting my book tour in Atlanta, Ga. According to the publishing company's
research it seemed that the ATL was responsible for some of the highest
sales of my book and they wanted to hit while the iron was hot. Going to
Atlanta was fine with me. I have been there before and really love the
city. Atlanta was the New York City of the south. There was a black mayor,
a black police chief as well as being the home of the Martin Luther King
Jr. and Maynard Jackson, the first black mayor of a major southern city and
to whom Hartfield-Jackson International Airport was named for. There was so
much to see and do in Atlanta and I couldn't wait to see it again. Since I
was going to be kicking off my book tour in Atlanta my publishing company
had arranged for a couple of high profile book signings as well as a couple
of speeches. I would be in Atlanta for three days and with the exception of
L.A and DC, Atlanta would be the longest that I would be in one city for
the entire two week tour. Two weeks on the road, on tour with my
book. During that time I would also make another appearance on Oprah, do a
radio interview with Tavis Smiley, make an appearance on the Tom Joyner
Morning radio show and the Today Show. It was all so exciting and Karen
assured me that I was going to be treated like celeb supreme. `Scandal' was
blowing up the New York bestseller list and was sitting at number five with
a bullet. It was expected that it would hit number one very soon. My family
was very proud of me. My parents were thrilled; my mom was so proud and
told me that while I was in Atlanta I needed to drop in on my great aunt
Lula and some other family we had down there, my dad, whom I enjoy at best
a tense relationship, called to say he was happy for me. My brother Corey
was more excited about the fact that I was going to be on Tom Joyner's show
and my sister Kimberly wanted me to get Oprah's autograph for her. It was
all so wonderful the only thing was that Jermaine would not be able to go
with me.
"We have this huge campaign and I just can't take that kind of time
off." He had said.
I told him I understood and I did but part of me wanted him to say to hell
with the job you come first and this is one of those once in a life time
situations. I checked in with my friends. Shane was still in New
Orleans. He said he was coming back in the next few days and wished me luck
on my book tour. We discussed what had happened with Sean at work. It
seemed that Sean was doing better but the rape would always be with him and
it was something he would have to live with but would eventually
overcome. I did talk to Sean after all that had happened. He was trying to
put on a brave front but I knew he was scared. It seemed that Mohammed and
Sonny were living in happy married bliss even with two teenaged sons
running around the house. Mohammed was one lucky brother in my book. He had
what many of us want. A committed and loving spouse, a nice house,
financially comfortable and a family. I knew why Mohammed was always
smiling. Andre was also doing okay. He seemed to be accepting his gayness
and ofcourse it didn't hurt to have a phineass detective like Julien Linton
as his man. All my friends wished me well and made me promise to stay in
touch. They acted like I was going away to another country or something.
I landed at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport and I
remembered what Karen had told me. There would be a publicist waiting for
me at the airport and this publicist would be with me for the entire book
tour. As I walked around the massive airport I saw a handsome young beige
complexioned brotha holding a sign in his hands with my name on it. Next to
him was a slender white woman with red hair and a pale complexion that was
set off by the dark blue dress suit she was wearing. I walked over with my
carry on bag and introduced myself. Her name was Jaime, go figure, and she
was with Palladium Publishing, who were publishing my book. She seemed nice
enough though she had that Northern accent that grated on my nerves. I
waited for her to introduce the brotha with the sign but when she didn't I
stepped up.
"Hello, I'm Eric Williams." I extended my hand to the brotha, who
couldn't be anymore than 22 maybe 23. Not only did this brotha have a
beautiful beige complexion but he had very light brown eyes. He had a thin
mustache and a thin jaw line beard. His golden brown hair was worn in tight
corn rows. When he shook my hand it was with a tight grip and his eyes
looked me over closely.
"Noble Shakil Robinson," he responded proudly.
"He's your driver for the next three days." Jaime said and in a
tone that I didn't care for. To her he was just a driver, a utility not a
person.
I ignored her. "Hmmm...Noble Shakil Robinson, a very interesting name. I
bet it has some meaning to it."
Noble's face beamed as he flashed a big beautiful smile. "Actually there
is. Noble Sissel was a Jazz Vocalist and bandleader. My pop was big on
Jazz. Shakil is Arabic for Handsome, well-formed." Yes, he was indeed
handsome and well formed. He wasn't to tall, maybe about 5ft 10 or so but
he was in good shape, actually excellent shape from what I could tell from
the dark suit he was wearing.
"Noble," Jaime interrupted, "Why don't you get Mr. Williams' bags
and bring them to the car." I really didn't care for her dismissive tone.
"Noble," I said, "I can help you bring my luggage to the car. I
don't travel light."
Noble smiled. "That's aight, I can manage." He winked at me as I handed him
my luggage ticket and then he was off to the luggage carousel. I turned to
face Miss Jaime. She flashed me a smile and I flashed one back at her as we
walked towards the exit of the airport. We discussed my itinerary. I had an
early morning book signing followed by an interview on a local radio
station which was then followed by a luncheon followed by another book
signing. She went through the entire itinerary and it was making me tired
just hearing it. I would barely have anytime for myself much less seeing
any relatives of sight seeing around Atlanta. As a matter of fact we were
hitting the road running. Once I got to the hotel I would have enough time
to shower, change and get a bit of time to myself and then it was right
over to a dinner in my honor being thrown by Palladium Publishing. Noble
met us at the black stretch limousine, loaded my luggage in the trunk of
the car and then we were off to my hotel.
I gasped when Noble pulled the limousine up to the Georgian Terrace
Hotel. It was a four star hotel located on Peachtree St. in downtown
Atlanta. Palladium was sparing no expense and Karen was right, they were
treating me like celeb supreme. I was equally blown away by the room they
got me, it was a penthouse and it was luxurious.
"This is too much." I gasped as the hotel bellmen put my luggage in
the huge bedroom that had a king sized bed. How I wished Jermaine was here
now. The things we could do on that bed, in this penthouse. Palladium had
sent up an enormous fruit basket, champagne and flowers.
"I will see you at PittyPat's Porch," Jaime said as she handed me a
card. "That has my number on it if you need anything. She then handed me
another card, which had Noble's name on it. "Whenever you need the driver
just call him and he will be here." Driver? She couldn't call him Noble,
was that so hard to do?
After Jaime left I picked up the phone and immediately called Jermaine. I
couldn't wait to tell him about all this. When he answered I told him all
about the limousine ride, the reception for me, the hotel, the penthouse
and the bed. But he didn't sound as excited as I thought he would.
"Is everything alright?" I asked him.
"Everything is fine but I am a bit busy." He said.
"Oh," I said, "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to let you
know how things were going."
"Okay."
Okay? "I'll call you later then."
"That's fine...ummm...I have a late meeting so if you get my voice
mail leave a message and I'll call you back."
"Okay, fine. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, that's cool."
"I love you," I said.
"Damn, I gotta go they're waiting for me." Jermaine hung up the
phone and I stood there staring at the receiver in disbelief. What had just
happened? I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I found the remote control
and flipped on the TV as I grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and began
eating it. Was Jermaine upset with me? I mean, I did invite him to come
alone but he had to work. Then it dawned on me. How stupid of me. Here I am
having a time of my life riding in limos and staying in grand hotel suites
and he's back home working his ass off and taking care of home. I felt bad
now. I was crunching the Golden Delicious apple when I realized the news
was on and that they were talking about that rapper Infamous. He was
scheduled to make another appearance at court tomorrow in connection to his
shooting and killing of a fan at his concert in Atlanta. Since all this
happened Infamous's face was everywhere and if not his then that of
Hannibal Kane or Infamous' celebrity attorneys, Harold Fordham and David
Solomon. The Atlanta D.A's office was facing major fire power and I just
knew that just like the L.A. team during the OJ trial, the Atlanta team was
going to get their heads handed to them. I watched as the went live to
Hartsfield-Jackson to where Infamous' plane had landed and he was making
his way through the airport as well wishing fans screamed in support of
him. With him was Hannibal Kane, Fordham, Solomon and a small army of
security. Infamous was rocking his own urban fashion line called
`Infamu'. Infamous was definitely a financial powerhouse. As the cameras
followed him outside the airport I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw Noble
Shakil Robinson standing there, only he wasn't wearing the chauffeur's suit
he had on when he picked me up, instead he was wearing one of Infamous'
`Infamu' oversized, throw back style football jerseys and baggy
jeans. Infamous saw Noble and they embraced in a hug and then walked away
with him. Now what was that all about, I wondered.
It was 7pm and I was dressed for the reception at this place called
Pitty Pat's Porch. I had called Jaime back and asked what I should
wear. She informed me it was dressy casual affair so I broke out my light
colored linen suit, since it was kind of warm in the ATL. The reception
started at 8pm. I called the number Jaime had given me for Noble and told
him that I would be ready by 7pm and standing out from. Well, I was out
front and there was no Noble, no limousine. By 7:15 I was getting very
annoyed with Noble and by 7:30pm I was passed pissed. I was able to get a
cab and took it to Pitty Pat's Porch. I can imagine what Noble was doing
with Infamous. They were probably drinking and smoking and fucking some two
bit hoochie.
Noble was high as a motherfucking kite. He had smoked two blunts
and drank three glasses of Henny and coke with his cousin, Infamous. All
that bull shit about him killing some knucklehead was crazy. If the fool
hadn't rushed the stage then his punk ass wouldn't be dead now. He got what
he deserved for being stupid. They were chillin' at this secluded house
that Infamous kept whenever he was in the ATL. It kept the crazy fans from
being all over him and whenever Infamous was in town he would call up his
cousin Noble and they would hang out drinking and smoking. Noble was
sitting on the sofa, his shirt off, showing off his sexy muscled chest. He
was watching a flick of Infamous's latest performance. He watched as
Infamous was fucking the hell out of some little chickenhead. She was
screaming and moaning as Infamous slammed all his dick into her. Noble
couldn't take his eyes off of Infamous' ass. Damn, it looked good. But
Infamous was always a sexy motherfucker and all the bitches went for
him. While Noble was watching the flick, Infamous was in the other room
with another chickhead boning her down and making another of his `secret
flicks'. Noble's dick was hard like steel as he watched Infamous fuck the
hell out of the girl. With each stroke his ass would flex and Noble's dick
would twitch. He loosened his pants and slipped his hands down and gripped
his dick and began stroking his dick as he kept his eyes on the TV
screen. He watched as Infamous fucked and fucked he girl. Noble closed his
eyes and leaned back and the image of Infamous fucking a girl faded into
Infamous fucking him. He could feel all of Infamous' monster dick in him
filling his ass. He could feel Infamous pounding his ass hard and
strong. He could feel himself ready to nutt but it was too soon, he wanted
it to last but it was too late. He closed his eyes tighter, clutched his
butt cheeks as he came in his pants.
"Ah Fuck!" Noble sighed. Getting up in went into the spare bathroom
and washing his hands and cleaned himself up. He was about to go back and
fix himself another drink when he looked at his watch. It was 930. He was
supposed to do something. "OH GODDAMN!"
Noble grabbed his keys and cellphone and noticed that there were
several calls and messages left for him. It never fails, fucking around
with Infamous always got him in trouble. He was going to lose this job
fucking with Infamous.
Okay, I should have known that a restaurant with a name like Pitty
Pat had to be some `Gone with the wind' antebellum shit and it was. The
food was nice but it reminded me of being back in the days of cotton. The
waitresses wore hoop skirts as they went around serving mint juleps and
things like that. The reception for me was nice there were a lot of local
bookstore owners, Palladium executives, readers of my book and others. They
were all there to wish me luck and hear what I had to say about my book. I
did my best to make sure that Miss Jaime didn't find out that I took a cab
here instead of the limo. Noble leaves me stranded and I'm trying to
protect the brotha. After several of those mint juleps I was feeling no
pain. Everyone wished me well and welcomed me to Atlanta as the reception
ended. I was glad cause I was ready to go. Jaime had offered to walk me out
to the limousine since she had some things to go over with me. I was trying
to walk slow and come up with some way to get her to jet out before me. I
really didn't want Noble to get in trouble. We were at the front entrance
of the restaurant when the front door opened and in walked Noble, wearing
his black suit. He smiled at Jaime and then smiled and winked at me.
"Are you ready to go, Sir?" Noble asked.
Jaime looked at me and smiled. "I'll see you in the morning at the book
store so get plenty of rest."
"I will," I said as I watched her walk to her car. I then turned on
Noble. "Where in the hell have you been? Do you realize I had to take a cab
over here? If Jaime would have known that you would be another UBM."
Noble raised his eyebrows. "UBM?" He asked.
"Unemployed Black Man!"
Noble laughed and that was when I realized he was under the influence of
either alcohol, drugs or both. "Noble are you drunk?" I asked.
"Yeah...just a little but I'm cool to drive." Noble said holding
open the door for me.
"Oh hell no! I'm not riding with you under the influence." I said.
"I'm cool to drive. I drove here with no problem." He explained.
I was not going to ride with a drunk driver and if I hadn't had so many of
those mint juleps I would have driven the limo back to the hotel. I reached
into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone. I hit redial and spoke with the
cab company that brought me to PittyPat's.
"Hey whatup with that?" Noble asked, "You gonna cab it when you
have a limo?"
"And a drunk limo driver. No thanks, I like breathing too much risk
that." I said.
"Hey I can drive, I drive even better when I'm lit up a bit."
"OOOH well tell that to all those dead drivers and innocent people
in their graves now."
Noble frowned as if he was about to blow his cool, which would not have
been cool for either of us. Luckily the cab pulled up.
"Then I'm out of here." Noble announced. I looked back at him.
"Noble, you are in no condition to drive."
"I'm aight I told ya!" He snapped as he got in the limo. I got into
the cab and I went my way and Noble went his.
I had crawled right into the bed as soon as I got back to the
hotel. I checked to see if I had any messages. Karen called, my mom called,
even at Lula called but there was nothing from Jermaine. I picked up the
phone and called him. To my annoyance my call went straight to his voice
mail. I left him a message and told him how my night had went and that I
wished he was here with me to share this big ol' bed and that I loved
him. After leaving him a message I went off to sleep.
The ringing of the hotel phone woke me up with a start. I looked
around disoriented before picking up the receiver.
"Hello?" I said sleep full in my voice.
"Ummm...Mr. Williams?"
I stay up and looked at the time. It was 2 am, I had been asleep for two
hours. "Yes, who is this?"
"It's Noble Robinson."
"Noble?"
"Your driver," He added as if I had already forgotten.
"I know who you are. It's two in the morning."
"Yes, I know...umm...I have a situation."
"What's wrong?"
"Yeah, well whatup is that I got pulled my the police."
Well damn! Ain't this a bitch! "You got pulled? Where?"
"Down the street from your hotel. The cop was gonna run me in but I
told him that I was staying at the hotel and that I was driving around a
client and that you had sent me out to get something to eat."
I exploded. "YOU WHAT! You told the police that I sent you out to get
something to eat knowing you were under the influence?"
"Hold up, the cop said that if you would come down and vouch for
that then everything would be square."
"Noble you have lost your mind. If I go down there I could find
myself in trouble."
There was a long pause and then he spoke. "You right, man, I'm sorry...I
just...I didn't know what to say and the first thing out my mouth was
that. Look, I'm sorry..."
"Noble, where are you?"
"Down here in front of your hotel."
"You brought the police here?"
"Well, he wanted to check the story and he dropped me off here but
it's all good, I'll figure something out."
DAMN! I am a fucking soft touch. I told Noble to hold on, that I would be
done in just a minute. When I got downstairs sure enough there was Noble
and an Atlanta policewoman and a sistah at that. I explained to her that
Noble was my driver. I explained to her that when I said that I wanted
something to eat I had meant room service and was surprised to get a call
that my driver had been pulled over. Either the sistah believed me or the
story was so entertaining that she just dropped the whole thing and told
Noble that if she caught him out on the street the remainder of the night
then he was jail house bound.
"Want me to call you a cab?" I asked after the policewoman left.
"How will I get my limo if I cab it home?" Noble asked.
I started to say that was not my damn problem but I didn't. I was sleepy
and wanted to go to bed. I had a early day tomorrow, we both did and it was
because of that which made me invite him to stay in my penthouse suite,
there was an extra bedroom and he was welcomed to sleep there. Once we got
upstairs Noble took a shower and I crawled back into bed but there was no
going to sleep because Noble sings or rather raps in the shower. So I sat
up in bed and flipped on the TV. Ten minutes had passed and Noble walked
out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and into my
room. Yes, my brothas, Noble looked OHMYGODDAMN good! That beautiful beige
skin, his lean body with sexy lean muscles and a double damnit six pack of
abs. Noble was a walking, beige god of total temptation and I wanted
temptation to get behind me and maybe even get behind temptation. I was
glad I was sitting up in the bed because I had a growing erection and had I
been laying on my back...well anyway.
"Hey, I just wanted to come in and say thank you for helping me
out." Noble sounded so sincere and sweet and that added to his sexiness to
me. Easy big fella! Easy!
"No problem," I answered, "Hey look at it this way our early day
won't have to start as early as we thought."
Noble smiled. It was that kind of smile that makes you wanna smile back and
makes you feel good. "True dat...well, look, I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams."
Oh yeah, there would be sweet dreams. Sweet and wet. As I watched him walk
out of my room, his ass working that towel to death. I flipped off the TV
and laid down as I took matters in my own hands.
He was laying on his back, legs spread wide open, his fingers
playing with his nipples as his dick was being sucked like a champ by a
mothafuckin' champion dick sucker. He liked the feel of his PHD (Pussy
Hammerin' Dick) in the mouth of a freaky mothafucka like this one here. He
was glad that he had rolled down from NYC to do the job that he did so well
and was paid so well for.
"OOOOO...that's it..." Infamous moaned as he felt the tongue wrap
around his thick jimmie while fingers lightly tickled his nuts. Yeah, he
liked that shit for real. No one did it like him not even those chicken
headed bitches he boned. He arched his back as he felt his favorite dick
sucker prepare to do what he liked...the deep throat. That always drove him
wild. He was so glad when he came out and found his cousin Noble gone. Now,
Noble was a sexy mothafucker and that was word. Infamous had wondered if
Noble was down. He was sure he wasn't but if he was, cousin or not, he
would have to hit that. He knew Noble liked to watch the flicks he made in
secret when he boned the chicken heads. As a matter of fact, thanks to
Hannibal, who strategically let a couple of the flicks get out, those tapes
were helping his image as a sex'em up thug, gangsta rapper.
"OH DAMN!" Infamous let out. "Suck that dick...suck it...ooooh
suck it you mothafucka!" He hoped he had brought some condoms cause he was
gonna tear that ass up. So much was going on and he needed to get the
pressure off. "Get up on this bed and roll the fuck over. I want some ass!"
Infamous declared. While the dick sucker crawled up onto the bed, laying on
his stomach with his ass up and ready. Infamous covered his shit with a
condom and lubed it up and the ass he was gonna hit, real good. His dick
was like a battering ram and he was ready to batter that mothafuckin'
ass. Aiming his dick like an angry torpedo he slammed all of his 8 ½ inches
into the waiting hole. Damn this ass never got loose, it was as tight as it
was the first time he hit it back in New York City almost a year ago.
"Yeah...you keep that ass tight for me, huhn!" Infamous said as his
dick went in and pulled out just to slam back into that tight hot ass
again.
"All for you, Daddy!"
"Yeah bitch! Yeah..."
Infamous was pounding that hot sweet ass as hard as he could. He could feel
himself ready to nutt. Oh yeah, shit yeah...this was some fine, prime
ass. Hannibal had done fuckin' good when he found this piece of ass.
Oh shit! OOOOH GODDAMN!" Infamous screamed out as he exploded in
the hot ass. He withdrew immediately and flopped on his back on the bed as
he went through his post-climax body twitches. His body was alive and
tingling and after a little rest he would be ready to hit that juicy ass
again. But before he could fully recuperate there was a knock at the door
which was then opened and in strolled Hannibal Kane, the man who had helped
to make Infamous famous and who had kept him out of jail by getting the two
best attorneys in the world to defind him.
"Whatup Big Daddy!?" Infamous said as he looked up at the hulking
Hannibal Kane. Hannibal looked down at the other brotha in the bed with
Infamous. He reached into his pocket and peeled off five 50 dollar bills
and handed them to him.
"Party's over, me and Infamous got some work to do."
They both knew not to fuck with Hannibal Kane, question him nor annoy
him. When they were alone Hannibal stood at the foot of the bed staring
down at Infamous a dry smile on his face.
"So whatsup, Big Daddy?" Infamous repeated himself.
"Me trying to keep your black ass out of prison, fool!"
I was dressed and in the black Escalade with the tinted windows as we
wheeled through Atlanta to get to my hotel room. It was always like
this. Whenever Infamous was, Hannibal Kane would always make sure he was
there for either after the show or before show. Infamous was a wild lover
in the bed. He could sling some dick and he enjoyed sucking his dick,
Infamous had 8 ½ inches and he loved every bit of those inches. As we
wheeled along in the Escalade I couldn't help but look back on how much my
life had changed from last year. Last year when I had a good thing and I
lost it. Last year when I met a motherfucker he ruined my life. Last year
when I woke up and realized it was time for me to do me and get things
right. I never thought it would be like this, doing the right thing. If you
would have told me that my modeling career would have ended, thanks to that
motherfucking Dalziel and his damned internet sex site with my naked ass on
it, I would have said you were crazy. I was living the big life in New York
City with no income coming in and my only option was to become a paid
escort. You have to do what you have to do. Ofcourse, I make good money
hooking up with Infamous, hell, I make great money. Whenever Infamous wants
his dick sucked and an ass to fuck he brings me in and for that I walk away
with $1,500 in cash, tax free. Hannibal also hooks me up with some video
work in Infamous' videos and stuff like that, it keeps me going but this is
not what I wanted to be doing with myself and my life. It was my fault that
I lost Mohammed and ruined the best thing in my life but now it was time
for Brett to get it back in gear and that was what I would do. God as my
witness.
It was four in the morning as I walked into the Georgian Terrace
Hotel, where Hannibal had set me up at.
To be Continued
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